its spelled "shugr"

I feel happy when you look at me because I know for one split second I was on your mind.

sometimes i marvel at the fact that people actually tell me they’re intimidated by me or scared of me when i am??? the embodiment of this gif???? thats literally all i am

“i’m just tired, you know?” she sighed. “of what?” “of everything,” she laughs. “i’m tired of falling for people who couldn’t care less about me. i’m tired of wearing my heart on my sleeve and people taking advantage of it. i tried you know? i tried not giving a fuck, to stop giving people the love they don’t even fucking deserve… but i can’t help it and i don’t think it’ll ever end.”

I’ll admit it- I’m a little in love with you. I’m not saying this so you’ll say it back- in all honesty, I don’t even know if I want you to love me back. Reciprocated love comes with a whole host of complications, and right now my life feels more than complicated enough. I don’t really need to add you loving me back to that list. But I’m pretty sure I love you. I don’t know if it’s your way with words, or the curve of your smile, or the way you tell me when something makes you think of me (although I do know I love to hear that I’m on your mind). I don’t even know if this is the kind of love that can last past an infatuation. All I know for sure is that the heavy weight on my shoulders gets at least ten pounds lighter when I see you sent me a message. All I know for sure is that I find myself slipping into daydreams where I can hold your hand and play with your hair and you take me to tiny cafes and we spend days wrapped up in blankets and sunlight and books. All I know for sure is that you get me in a way very few people do, and that hasn’t happened in a very long time. I’m a little in love with you- and I don’t need you to love me back. Not like this, anyway. It might be worse if you did. As we are, I can survive a one-sided crush. I can get through each day knowing that you’re out and about, living a life of art and sunshine and pomegranate summers and burning coffee. I don’t know if I could continue to function as normal if I knew you were out there doing all that while loving me.

he says he thinks about me all the time but can’t ever text me back.

your eyes and your smile are still brighter than any sunny day i’ve lived through.

i’m losing my mind over these unclear conversations between our glances.

i’ve had dreams about him that wake me up trembling- but in a good way with my heart racing faster than ever.

you looked at me like i actually meant something to you and i hated it because how am i supposed to know if i actually do.

I love catching you looking at me

i feel like i talk about you so much to my friends that they’re slowly getting sick of me with having your name coming out of my mouth all the time.